the dusk sang its sad farewell song
to the retiring queen of the day;
the silent night roughly unlocked
its feathered wings
from behind the beclouded sky
to share my sorrows,
and cast them away.
The night fell is calm and still,
the nightingale’s tender songs
are high from every close hill.
I can feel every touch of
the whirling gentle winds
from across the neighboring river;
murmuring a soft appeasing song
to this lonely lover’s ear.
They sing highest notes of
lover’s dreams and desired sight;
they sing out of thick shades
and dews to drive away,
the lovers’ long silent night.
Their melodious notes speak of
every lovers’ aggrieved heart,
as if sung through the wanderlust
from the glorious heaven to earth;
their jubilant notes have soothing rhymes
that mend the lovers’ loneliest hearts.
As I lonely, sit confabulating
with this doomed starless sky;
I deeply sigh, bewildered
at my own broken soul
that still keeps your love so high
upon this lonely ailing wanderlust
where lovers’ sorrows live forever
and their raptures painfully die.
By: Abdul Samad Haidari
(03/10/2018 – 09:30 PM).